It does, it really does. It feels like yesterday when I sacrificed my life, did my Jeehad for my family to give birth for you, the lil creature who had been living inside my embryo for 39 weeks. And now look at you, laddie... You're growing like a blossoming flower, creating a scent which I long to inhale it deeply every time I got back from work. Look at you, boy... You're learning how to walk now without guidance like a nestling who tries to use his wings to fall free to the sky of no limitation. Look at you, my son... You're 1 now.
I love you more than any Paulo Coelho or William Shakespeare can rhyme.